Beyond The Grave Novel Novels & Stories

Amy is a musician whose music got distorted and warped due to a tragedy and guilt building up inside of her. Yet in the midst of her sadness appeared the brooding Antonio Russo; a sexy Italian man with a secret. During the whirlwind romance with the man she deemed her first love, Amy was swept her off her feet, until it all came to a screeching halt in the form of striking blue eyes. Dimitri Baranov has come to claim what was promised to him so long ago - but will Amy give in to temptation or follow old customs? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. *Book 2 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels.*

Her mate and her best friend betrayed her. She realises that he never loved her. She learns that he was the one who killed her pack. And now he was going to kill her… She regrets not listening to Gavin, the only one who cared about her. The only one who was truly trying to protect her. The only true friend she really had. She regrets that she pushed him to his death. But it was too late…  Her mate succeeds in killing her, but then she was sent back in time to when it all began. Her loved ones were alive again. Her parents, her companions… even Gavin.  This time she was determined to save her pack from her enemies. She wasn't going to let Georgette and Michael prevail. She works with the only one she could trust - Gavin.  Little did she think she would find herself falling into the abyss of love again. And this time it's not Michael.

Ever since she was two, Elara Vane became her twin sister's personal blood bank after the girl was diagnosed with a rare genetic defect. Doctors predicted her sister wouldn't live past eighteen, so her parents and brother doted on her, putting her first in everything. They even blamed Elara, accusing her of "stealing" her sister's nutrients in the womb, claiming it made her sickly. In her past life, no one in the family loved her. Only her fiancé, Dante, truly stayed by her side. But Elara never expected Dante's love had its own agenda. Until her sister accidentally fell off a cliff and needed a full blood transfusion. Dante signed the consent form without hesitation, sending her to the operating table to be the donor. As her blood drained and her consciousness faded, Elara swore that in another life, she would never be her sister's blood bag again! The next time she opened her eyes, she was back to the day after her engagement to Dante...

When journalist, Bella Sinclair, was invited to a friends birthday celebration in the local bar, she imagined there would be drinking, dancing, and letting her hair down. What she didn't imagine- being sexual assaulted.Biker Alex 'Axel' Warner wasn't happy. He was supposed to be back in his clubhouse for the weekly party held by the club. He was supposed to be drunk, with the clubwhores begging for his c***. Instead, he was serving alcohol to a bunch of drunken adults, some behaving like children. That is until he spots the beautiful redhead dancing with her friends. What will happen when the two meet?Will Axel be able to protect Bella?Will he be able to protect her from herself?

A lethal neurotoxin had taken hold of my lungs. My time is running out. My mother, Sofia, was the most connected lawyer in Palermo, excelling in burying crimes and twisting the law. When my brother Vincent mowed me down and shattered my leg, she called in every favor to clear his record. My father, Tommaso, the most feared private doctor in Sicily, faked my medical files, branding me unstable and delusional, all to mold me into the obedient son they needed. Then there was Lina, only daughter of Don Vitali, my wife. She said, “We let him out for Vincent’s liver. What if he says no?” Dad’s voice went cold. “He has two choices: lie quietly on that operating table… or waste away in the sanatorium for what’s left of his life.” I pushed the parlor door open, steady and slow. My voice was flat. “I’ll do it.” Every one of them let out a breath they’d been holding, showering me with hollow words. They didn’t know there was no life left to threaten. I had twenty-four hours. By sunrise, I would be dead either way. Funny… now that I’m in the ground, why are they all crying?

Kirsty had a troubled past.Now she's in trouble again.Last time she had her sister, but her sister can't help her again.Who will she ask to help her escape from her tormentor?Tank has had a rough couple of months.He was shot, his sister had been brutally beaten and now he's been dumped by the he has been casually seeing for the past 6 months.Will anyone be caught in the fallout of the crossfire?Two worlds collide when Tank is forced to babysit Kirsty. Can they turn the hate into something more?Or will the rose wither and die?

One bond.. that's what could destroy them all..! Freya was never meant to rise.. not with her blood and not with her name. But fate doesn’t ask for permission... and neither does the Alpha who chooses her. The line between loyalty and betrayal is beginning to blur.. and when the truth finally claws its way out… someone will burn for it!

I just found out my husband of five years has been cheating on me the whole time. I'm done being the ugly housewife he made me. Now, he wants me back, but all I want is revenge—and I’m ready to get it.

Buzz It had been 4 long years since Julia accused me of cheating and left me. It had been 4 years since I had been able to breathe properly. A lot had happened in the time since she left. I was now a member of a Motorcycle club. Now I’ve found her again, she is back in my life. And she has something to tell me. Julia It had been 4 years since Ryan cheated on me. Or so I was led to believe. It had been 4 years since I broke my own heart by leaving. My brother was hurt, involved in a shooting at the Motorcycle club he belongs to. The last person I expected to see was Ryan. After all this time, can I make him forgive me, and more importantly… can I convince him to give us a second chance?

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.